ATPnovel Chapter 972 Lost (8)
Chapter 972 Lost (8)
Chapter 972 Lost (8)
It wasn't just Joan in a white sweater and Joan and Agumos in sweaters.
Although the aisle is deserted at the moment, there are still pedestrians—the people who witnessed this incident looked at Agumos who fell on the ground in amazement.
Apparently, the newcomers didn't know who Agumos was, and they couldn't even see what the entangled two women and one man looked like.
But suddenly one person pounced on the attack, and then the other fell to the ground, which still makes people want to know what happened.
Seeing pedestrians rushing over, the expressions of the two Joan were different—Joan, who attacked Agumos, frowned, looking quite irritable, while Joan, who was wearing a white sweater, gritted his teeth, Turned around in an instant and ran back.
Joan in Weiyi snorted softly at this moment, but her face changed slightly soon - because she noticed that the ring of the Eye of Horus on her finger was missing.
When did it happen...was it when he was pushed to the ground and strangled his neck?
The target is actually the ring in his hand?
Joan in the sweater's eyes turned cold instantly, and he took a step forward, directly catching up with Joan in the white sweater who was fleeing in front of him.
"Hey! Don't go!!"
The two pedestrians had already rushed to him, but when they saw Agumos lying on the ground, they found that his abdomen was bleeding profusely. At this moment, they didn't care about catching up with the murderous woman, and hurriedly called for help.
"Joan..."
Agumos fell to the ground in pain and embarrassment. In his hazy vision, the two Joan in front were chasing away one after the other.
As if they were chasing something.
He had never seen Joan like this before, when she said without emotion that she would destroy everything, but called herself 'dear'.
As if everything had been lost, the body was just an empty shell... just a corpse that could move, as if it had already rotted away.
In a trance, Agumos slowly closed his eyes. He could no longer hear the shouts of the pedestrians around him, and his eyesight was shrinking a little bit. Finally, he only saw the back of Joan in Weiyi going away until he disappeared... chasing something.
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"The body is missing?"
The head of the criminal police brigade who just arrived here was very surprised at the moment.He was listening to a report like a fairy tale - after the corpse of the victim in the bathroom disappeared without a trace, there was actually a follow-up.
That was when the forensic doctor came back after searching around to see if there were any clues, and found that the blood that should have remained next to the corpse had disappeared.
The bloodstains were not erased, because the forensic doctor had tested the bloodstains with ultraviolet light - the bloodstains were indeed gone!
Han Bingjiang has not come to his senses yet, but the victim's body and blood have disappeared without a trace... If the body cannot be found, then how should Han Bingjiang be convicted?
Because of the disappearance of the body, the case fell into a stalemate in an instant, and there was no progress.
"Who is that? Is that Joan? Hasn't she appeared yet?" The person in charge of the criminal police brigade asked helplessly at this time.
Because when they arrived, they got a rough idea of what happened from the interrogator, and Han Bingjiang repeatedly mentioned Qiao An, that's why the police requested this broadcast to search for people.
It may not be useful, but at least it will shock people... If there is really something to do with this female star behind this case, there should be some clues.
"Joan didn't, but we just received a report of a malicious wounding incident in Area C. A foreign youth was stabbed in the abdomen with a sharp weapon, and the murder weapon was... a fork used for Western food!"
"Fork!" The captain was startled.
Because according to the report, the murder weapon of the body that died in the bathroom was also likely to be a fork used for western food—and it was precisely because Han Bingjiang wrapped the fork in his blood-stained clothes and was smashed when he left. caught.
"Forks, corpses...bloodstains..." The captain suddenly frowned at this moment, "Go and see if the bloodstains on the clothes Han Bingjiang used to wrap the murder weapon are still there!"
"Ah?" The team members were stunned for a moment, but under the captain's ferocious gaze, they quickly followed suit.
The team member walked out quickly, and after a while, the team member hurried back with a sealed bag, and said in a panic, "Captain... the blood on the clothes, no, no more!"
"what happened?"
At this time, the captain couldn't help but open his mouth in surprise—because he had seen this piece of clothing as evidence once before he arrived, and it was indeed stained with blood.
He can't believe his eyes, because eyes can always go wrong-but what if everyone's eyes go wrong?
"It's so weird..." He muttered to himself, and suddenly said: "Who...who just attacked the foreign youth! Hurry up and arrest this person! I have a feeling that the answer may lie in this person! Move, move, move!!"
"Yes!"
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Song Haoran walked casually in the airport, together with Song Ying.
Song Haoran, who is always smiling, makes Song Ying unable to see the slightest sense of nervousness—this aspect makes Song Ying feel that Song Haoran and Luo Qiu are somewhat similar.
Easy to get anxious, it seems to be my own fault all the time - although I know that I have this problem, it doesn't matter what it is, it can't be changed.
Sometimes it is really enviable, but sometimes it can also make people anxious.
"By the way, what's the name of that child?" Song Haoran suddenly stopped and asked Song Ying.
"You mean Paul?" Song Ying replied subconsciously.
Song Haoran nodded, then turned around in an instant, and walked to the next staircase leading to the smoking room.Song Ying followed helplessly, but found that Song Haoran came to a place selling cigarettes next to the smoking room.
Song Haoran was reaching out his hand to twist the lock of a door behind the cigarette counter—but in an instant, Song Haoran directly twisted the cylinder inside the lock and opened the door.
"Is it this?" Song Haoran pointed to the small room where sundries and cigarettes were placed.
"Why are you here..." Song Ying was taken aback.
Because in this small room, she suddenly saw the child named Paul——Paul was currently wrapped in a long black trench coat.
This should be the one Joan was wearing when he took Paul away from them—at the same time, there was another woman in uniform in this small room.
Perhaps it was the employee who sold cigarettes here, who was also placed in this place after being knocked out.
"It seems that the backside of this matter is really not so simple?" Song Haoran narrowed his eyes at this moment, staring at Paul for a long time, "The schoolbag is also here."
"So, Luo Qiu has already met Paul?" Song Ying was startled, frowned, and said, "Has he had contact with that black-clothed Qiao An?"
"Maybe." Song Haoran nodded, then suddenly squatted down and opened Paul's schoolbag.
"Hey, don't rummage through other people's things, it's immoral!" Song Ying frowned.
Song Haoran said temptingly: "Maybe there is a clue, don't you want to know why there are two Qiao An?"
Song Ying emmmmm.
But Song Haoran has already started flipping through the contents of the schoolbag—it's just some very simple things, picture books and crayon bags, a small bag of fudge, and some small items, none of which are worth studying.
Song Ying had seen this painting before, and Paul took it out and drew it when he was in the guard room.
Luo Qiu picked it up and came over once, as if he had looked through it, and Song Ying didn't pay much attention to it at the time.At this moment, seeing that Song Haoran was flipping through things casually, he began to put the things Song Haoran had dug out back into Paul's schoolbag.
"This child...what's going on." Song Haoran's face was full of surprise at this moment.
"What's wrong?" Song Ying asked curiously.
Song Haoran opened one of the pages in the picture book, and placed it in front of Song Ying's eyes.
This painting is very simple, and it is not an exaggeration to describe it as crude - but when you look at the things it draws carefully, you can't help but feel a chilling feeling.
In a room with black lines, a woman was holding a knife in her hand, while another woman was lying on the ground... on the ground, spit a lot of color with a red crayon.
The color of blood!
"This child... how could he draw such a picture..." Song Ying opened her lips slightly in surprise.
"It's easy for children to write down what they see."
Song Haoran said indifferently: "We always feel that children can easily forget one thing. But it turns out that children remember more things than adults, and even remember things for a lifetime."
"Then...then this, could it be the story of the murder?" Song Ying didn't dare to answer.
"Things seem to be getting interesting." Song Haoran smiled at this moment, looking at Paul who was sleeping soundly, as if he was thinking about something.
Suddenly, Song Haoran hugged Paul, and said to Song Ying, "Come on, let's hide first, maybe there will be something good to see...Since I hid him here, I should be back soon."
"Ah, wait……"
Seeing that Song Haoran was already hugging Paul and starting to hide, she remembered that Song Ying could only quickly put her schoolbag on her back, then close the door of the storage room, and followed with a sigh.
How should I put it... Being by Song Haoran's side is never boring.
But he likes to die very much, and it is really tiring... Speaking of which, how did he find out that Paul was hidden in it?
The two quickly hid—in fact, they were in the rest area outside the stairs, pretending to be passengers who were sleeping here.
Of course, Paul was hugged and covered with clothes at the same time.
"Is this useful?" Song Ying frowned and asked... This guy seems to have forgotten the purpose of coming out.
What about finding Luo Qiu?
"Didn't someone come?" Song Haoran suddenly made a silent gesture, and turned his head slightly, looking behind.
"Joan... two!"
The two-faced Joan, one in front and one behind, is chasing at this time.
The one in the front was wearing a white sweater, while the one in the back was wearing a sweater—they were chasing very urgently, and Joan, who was wearing a white sweater, walked directly towards the stairs leading to the smoking room.
"It looks like a good show is about to be staged!" Song Haoran's mouth began to babble.
"Oh, what time is it, why are you still in the mood to eat... what did you eat?"
"Fudge, I just found it in my schoolbag, do you want to eat it? It tastes pretty good." Song Haoran spread his palms at this moment.
"You, you even snatch children's snacks! It's unbelievable!" Song Ying rolled her eyes, stood up, and then walked towards the stairs. She wanted to see what happened to these two Qiao An thing.
Song Haoran shrugged his shoulders, and hugged Paul, then glanced at the fudge in his hand, "When did this brand come out with this taste, why didn't I know it before?"
Song Haoran glanced at the production date curiously.
2025 7 Month 11 Day.
"2025?"
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"Thank you."
Joan said suddenly.
So Luo Qiu stopped and looked at the other party with curious eyes.
Qiao An said quickly: "It's just that you saved me, I didn't even thank you properly, it's a bit too rude."
"Actor, what kind of life is it?" Luo Qiu asked suddenly.
Joan was surprised by the other party's question. After dazed for a while, he smiled bitterly and said, "It's never been a very good job. Some people love it, and some people have hated it but still insist on it. Everyone actually I'm just holding on reluctantly. To be honest, who will think of you after decades?"
"That's right." Luo Qiu nodded and continued: "Then let's go, there is not much time left."
Luo Qiu suddenly pointed to a direction, which was not the place to go to the place mentioned on the radio.Joan frowned, and subconsciously asked, "Time is running out...what do you mean?"
"The time left for you." Luo Qiu thought for a while and said, "Or the time left for you guys is running out...at least that's how I understand it, right now."
"I... I don't really understand what you're talking about." Qiao An looked at Luo Qiu—she who always felt that this young man was very weird, now picked up the vigilance that had just been let down a little.
"Do you believe that everyone is unique?" Luo Qiu asked suddenly.
Joan just stared blankly.
"Everyone is unique, at least in the same time and space." Luo Qiu said slowly: "So you will not see another self, and therefore the current time and space will become stable. This is a very complicated way Running theory, but you can also think of it as a kind of stability. Each of us is a cog in this world, and those gears stall, and those gears get old and need to be replaced, and those that need to be repaired are all the world It is something that is decided by itself. Only when the order is not chaotic, the rotation of the whole world will become normal, just like a clock. And if, in this strict clock, there is an extra gear that does not exist, breaking this Stability. What, you say, will the clock become?"
"I... I don't quite understand what you're talking about."
"Haven't you noticed, yourself." Luo Qiu said softly, "Your hand."
"Hand..." Joan raised his arm subconsciously, "My hand!"
At this moment, what made her feel terrified was that her palm had faded away, as if it had been treated with transparency, and she could already see the ground through her palm.
"It will be erased." Luo Qiu said seriously at this time: "You can think of this as a self-protection mechanism... It itself will erase these parts that do not belong here, and try not to Leave a little trace to ensure the independence of each part, so that the order can be restored to stability again, and time can continue to move forward... Do you understand?"
"I...I'll disappear...meaning?" Looking at his faded palm, he suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Luo Qiu in fear and horror.
However...she couldn't grab Luo Qiu's arm.
The palm passed directly through Luo Qiu's arm.
"So I said, there is not much time left for you."
(End of this chapter)